The entire Qingxia Village began to resonate with the sounds of hammering and banging.
Chen Xian goes to the construction site from time to time.
I went up the mountain with Uncle Chen to find house beams.
He planned to complete the third installment of A Chinese Ghost Story when he had the time.
After finishing writing, he planned to come up with a new topic.
During this time, Su Wenxuan would occasionally show Chen Xian his storybook.
"Uncle, this is my new work, Little Landlord. What do you think of the beginning?"
I glanced at it briefly; it's just an ordinary farming novel.
Wenxuan scratched his head, looking anxious.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and he looked to be in very poor mental condition.
Chen Xian said calmly, "It's a very niche subject."
Upon hearing this, Su Wenxuan's eyes dimmed.
Pretending not to care, he said, "I know, Uncle. I really don't have the talent to write stories. I don't know how many I've written at home, totaling a couple hundred thousand words. They're all mediocre. I'm going to polish this story to two hundred thousand words and then stop writing."
Chen Xian looked at him calmly.
I can empathize with you.
In his previous life, he was also a writer online, mainly known for exploiting website promotions.
Writing a book requires a lot of talent. Some people can take off with just one book, steadily building their skills and not wasting a single word.
Some people have written millions of words but still haven't found the right method.
Take the Tomato website as an example. The accumulated earnings from listening and reading must reach 200 yuan per month. It is not difficult for many writers to sign a contract, but it is difficult to earn several hundred yuan for full attendance bonuses.
He finally left the stage dejectedly.
Giving up on treatment and becoming a complete reader, sealing my heart with cement.
Chen Xian felt he needed to comfort him.
He said gently, "Don't put too much expectation on writing a book. The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Be a little lax, be a little Zen. Just write the required number of words every day and check in on time like eating and drinking. After you finish writing, do other things. Don't focus too much attention on writing a book. It can be a part of your life, but it can't be your whole life."
Just treat her like a courtesan, a part of your leisurely and relaxing life. Chat with her, listen to music, and discuss current affairs, but don't take it too seriously or invest all your emotions in her.
Courtesans only care about profit. They are all grown men and women. If you pour all your energy and feelings into her, you will lose miserably!
Otherwise, you'll be like a gambler, betting all your hopes and energy in a desperate gamble, and the final result might be despair.
The malice coming from all directions is like a lonely ghost in the underworld, mocking, ridiculing, and finally devouring you!
When a person is at their lowest point, it can be truly depressing... suicidal thoughts... will creep in from time to time, tempting you, "Look, you're just a useless good-for-nothing, whether it's studying for the imperial examinations or writing novels, you're a complete coward."
He paused for a moment.
With a calm expression, he said, "So... die, you pathetic parasite!"
Su Wenhao listened quietly to Chen Xian's words, nodding repeatedly at first.
As expected of Uncle Xian, his way of speaking is truly remarkable.
Words of comfort can be powerful and profound.
But as the conversation continued, he listened until the very end, his expression complex, looking at him with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
My younger brother has become completely withdrawn.
His body was hunched over, his shoulders drooping, his head hanging over his chest, and his body limp.
It looks like a boneless chicken that has had all its bones removed.
Uncle, I asked you to comfort people, not to discourage them.
Chen Xian patted Su Wenxuan on the shoulder.
"Actually, Wenxuan, there is still a way for you that might save your terrible life!"
Upon hearing these words, Su Wenxuan seemed to have found all hope in life and stared at him intently.
"Uncle, what road is this? Does this mean my terrible writing skills can actually be improved?"
Chen Xian shook his head, his face grim.
“You are different from ordinary farmers. Your family must be wealthy. Then prepare well for the imperial examination and stick to this path. If you can’t pass it in one year, try for two years. If you can’t pass it in two years, try for three years. If you can’t pass it in three years, try for five years.”
There are no age restrictions, nor are there any restrictions on grassroots work experience or educational background.
"You'll eventually pass the exams, since your family has plenty of money. I think studying for the imperial examinations is much easier than writing novels, and it also gives you more social status. Besides, becoming an official means passing on your position to your descendants, monopolizing the social class, and becoming a scholarly or official tycoon. Listen to your uncle, writing novels is a dead end! Give up! Don't make your path narrower and narrower!"
Su Wenxuan shook his head.
The images in my mind began to unfold layer by layer.
I thought of my father's earnest admonitions.
“Studying and taking the imperial examinations is the only hope for our Su family to turn our lives around. My son, work hard. I’m destined to remain a seventh-rank official for the rest of my life. It’s all up to you two.”
"Su Wenxuan! Have you no ambition at all? You hide in your room all day, writing stories and looking at picture books. What future do you have? You wretched child, how much do I have to persuade you before you start studying properly!"
Su Wenhao listened to Chen Xian's words and fell into deep thought.
“Su Wenhao, it’s fine to practice martial arts. Your father didn’t forbid you from practicing. Do you know that civil officials have more power than military officials in the court now? If you are a civil official and also know martial arts, then there is no one in the entire court with the same position who can compare with you. Civil officials don’t know how to fight as well as military officials don’t know how to study as well as you. If you pass the imperial examination, you can at least raise the social status of our Su family by one step.”
“Su Wenhao, when will you grow up? Your father is getting old, and you are all grown up with your own thoughts and opinions. Sigh! This is all the Su family can do…”
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